The yam is the power that be
You can smell it when I’m walking down the street
I can dig rapping, but a rapper with a ghost writer?
What the fuck happened? I swore I wouldn’t tell
But most of y’all share bars, like you got the bottom bunk in a two man cell
Something’s in the water
And if I got a brown nose for some gold then I’d rather be a bum than a motherfuckin’ baller
-King Kunta